My Husband Made a Ring from My Father's Ashes to Please His Lover

My dad died saving Julian, yet on the anniversary of his death, Julian disappeared.

I scrolled through trending videos and saw a girl talking about how ashes can be turned into rings.

Then, I got a call from the cemetery manager. He said that Julian had taken my dad's ashes earlier that afternoon.

Remembering that video, I checked my phone. Unsurprisingly, Julian had left an outrageous comment.

"This experiment looks good. When we're gone, let's have our kids combine our ashes together."

I let out a cold laugh, putting away the early ultrasound report I had in my hand.

"If you're that inseparable, I'll make sure you both go to hell together!"

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At 1 a.m., Julian finally came home.

Just an hour earlier, I had returned home myself.

After getting the call from the cemetery manager, I rushed back to the cemetery to check the security footage.

The footage showed that shortly after I left, Julian and a girl arrived, and she was carrying an urn.

Julian, under the pretense of placing some belongings, swapped the urns.

The manager later realized something was off and called me to confirm.

Thinking back to the video and Julian's comments, I pieced together what had happened.

What I didn't expect was for him to lie beside me now, without a care in the world.

As Julian lay down next to me, I could smell a faint mix of wine and women's perfume on him.

"Where were you today? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Annoyed, he turned his back to me, mumbling incoherently, "Work was busy. I had meetings all day. I'm exhausted, can we talk tomorrow?"

Meetings? Were you busy with work, or busy turning my dad into some experiment for your love?

"Do you even remember what today is?"

Maybe it was the coldness in my voice, or maybe it was his guilty conscience.

Either way, as soon as I asked, he rolled over and wrapped his arms around me.

His voice was clear now, no trace of the earlier grogginess.

"Honey, I was so busy today, I totally forgot. Was it an anniversary? I didn't get you a gift, but I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow!"

"Make it up? What kind of gift do you think makes up for a death anniversary?"

At that, Julian's body stiffened, but then he relaxed again.

"I'm sorry, honey. I've just been so busy that it slipped my mind. Tomorrow, I'll personally go to Dad's grave and apologize."

I struggled and pushed his arm off me.

"You definitely owe him an apology."

Julian was starting to get irritated again.

"Come on, why are you making such a fuss this late? I already said I'll apologize tomorrow. Can't you drop it?"

"I just hope you never forget what my dad asked of you before he died, and remember that he died saving your life."

"Isabella, enough! I married you, didn't I? All these years, I've respected what your dad asked of me when he died. Have I ever let you go without? Have I ever left you broke? Have I ever made you suffer? Why are you throwing his death in my face? I told you I didn't forget on purpose! I'll apologize tomorrow. Why can't you let it go?"

I sat up and looked at him, watching his face twist in anger without saying a word.

Seeing how calm I was, he lost his steam.

"Forget it. I can't talk to you. I'll sleep in the guest room."

He stormed out, grumbling as he went.

"If I had known you'd hold this 'debt' over me for the rest of my life, I'd have let that car hit me instead of your dad saving me!"

As the door slammed behind Julian, I felt like all the strength drained from my body.

All these years, I'd been afraid of making him feel guilty. I never brought up what happened, hoping to ease his burden.

This was the first time I'd mentioned it, and it drove him to such rage.

I picked up the medical report from the nightstand, which showed I was two months pregnant.

I had planned to tell him the good news, but now it didn't seem necessary anymore.